In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

Category: Poetry

  • Planting

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  • Footprints

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  • Crossing

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  • My Friend the Liar

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  • Ribs

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    Most of this little poem was written in 2017. I re-discovered it a few weeks ago and changed the middle bit a great deal, although the overall statement/meaning remains more or less the same as it was at first. I have only just learned that there is no sound beyond the Earth’s atmosphere. There is…

  • Nothing Clear

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    The first line of this is a direct quote from a long satire in rhyme royal stanzas by the poet John Skelton, writing in the early part of the reign of Henry 8th. The rest is a description of where we seem to be at the moment. … continue reading

  • The Hardest Thing

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  • Frontiers

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